27th March 2017
We collared the council leader today as he briefly left the 10:00 AM cabinet meeting due to a conflict of interest (his wife is a pharmacist apparently).
We held the door open for him and once we were both outside, politely asked him why he’d broken a public promise made last year to Nigel Hobro.
The leader had said he’d respond to a question that WirralBiz whistleblower Mr Hobro had formally put to him during an official 19th December public meeting in the Council chamber.
This public engagement with Davies referred to a pack of lies the leader (and Burgess and Adderley and others) had been putting out there for a very long time – in a botched attempt at deceiving us.
The whole thing was an elaborate cover up, re: The Big Fund – and the string of businesses that went bust, in quick succession, one after the other, upon receiving public money grants of between £4,000 and £20,000.
The Davies lie was that only one company went under and all companies were continuing to trade, create jobs and contribute to the local economy.
Three months later, the lying council leader (see our previous blog posts) has done nothing about Mr Hobro’s question, just sat on his hands, avoided it, and left his barrage of lies out there, untouched, unretracted and corroding the reputation of the borough.
We won’t be expecting a libel writ to thump onto our doormat from selectively-forgetful legal bod, copious note taker, and stroker of The Holy Bible, Surjit Tour, for two reasons:
- The truth is pure, hard as a diamond, and favours us
- Lying Councillor Davies has no reputation left to defend
Before he slunk away, schoolboy-like, with his bottom lip quivering, we took the opportunity to give the dishonest leader a timely reminder that he serves us, not the other way around. He said he would respond to Mr Hobro “in due course”. We told him we did not believe him because he’d not done a thing in three months.
He asked us our name (haha – like he didn’t know), which we gave him, along with the name of this blog – wirralinittogether (lol, again).
We then instructed him, “Do your job”, hoping he’d go away and have a ponder on this unplanned encounter.
We figured if there was anything approaching reasonableness lurking beneath the frosty exterior, perhaps he’d reproach himself and think
‘Sheesh, Philly-boy, you must do a lot more to represent voters and channel the wishes and desires of the local population in the future. You are their servant after all, and Wirral is not your personal fiefdom’.
We then went back and retook our seat in the public gallery.
Sadly, we were soon to be left very disappointed, quickly realising our intervention had had very little impact.
He came back into the meeting looking extremely red-faced (see photo below and John “Tarrantino” Brace video), sat down and set about pleading poverty on behalf of the council, due to the nasty Tories (his ideological bedmates), egged on by the serried ranks of blind yes men, and lame yes women, lined up on either side – soul-dead, slaves to dogma, brown-nosing apparatchiks one and all.
This performance was given whilst sat next to the prostrate, supine CEO – he whom on arrival became the delighted recipient of an inflation-busting £45,000 pay rise – which at the time formed an obscene welcome gift from ‘cash-strapped Wirral’ – just when austerity was starting to bite deep for his startled and beleaguered workforce…
It was also a double whammy, representing a thumping kick in the teeth to the rest of the population – elderly, disabled, vulnerable, jobless, homeless, poor – those who’d long been in the council’s sharpened, ideological cross-hairs and on the receiving end of serial betrayals from the lacklustre team of hard right posturers and apologists – Messrs Davies, Davies, Jones, Jones, Foulkes, McLachlan, Whittingham, Williams, Patrick, et al. and on, and on × 65 (+1).
We had a similar encounter last year with the same ineffectual CEO in the same splendid – if corrupted and rotten to its very foundations – building. We’d told him what it felt like for the forgotten Wirral public – the world beyond his plush, sumptuous, comfortable quarters.
He responded by going, “Ner, ner, na, ner, ner” and blocking us on Twitter.
So in summary, we’re stitched up so tight the Pips are squeaking (no pun intended councillor) – by rogues, scoundrels, hard right ‘Labour’ Tories, central government enablers and “corporate serving vermin”.
Living a lie, free of dignity, free of principles, one and all.
Rant not over.